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CHAPTER ONE THE ADVENTURE OF THE THIRD ARM

IT wasn't until Dinney and I had divvied our swag that I wanted to travel eastward. But I always weaken on the West that way, especially when I've got money.

I never could say just how or why it was. Besides, there were too many things, in this erratic life of mine, that were over-hard to explain away. It seemed to have no beginning and no end. It led nowhere. Time and time again I seemed to have dug down to the bed-rock where the "fault" lay, but each time, as I tunnelled and sifted deeper and deeper into Consciousness, some sudden mountain freshet of Memory swept everything from me. So I accepted life as the heap of tailings it was, as the rubble it had proved.

Yet across the fog of uncertainty through which I moved could always be made out a city between two

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